All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 638 - 365_1

The faint starlight scattered on Li Zijun's face, droplets clinging to the strands of hair on her forehead, falling drip by drip to the hollow of her collarbones.

Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her exquisite figure almost as visible as if she were unclothed. Her jade arms bent gently, revealing an enchanting posture.

With delicate hands, she gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robe, outlining her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.

The clothes she hadn't completely removed clung to her delicate body, faintly revealing the tone of her skin. Her usually loose robes concealed much, but now, her true form—like the famed Mount Lu—was visible.

Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then curled the corner of her mouth playfully and spoke, "True to the teacher-student relationship, even your lies are carved from the same mold... Forget it, if you want to call me sister, go ahead. 'Teacher's wife' does sound rather antiquated."

Li Zijun's jade legs, hidden under the water, lightly stirred the surface, splashing a few droplets. Then, with a light push of her arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water barely covered her thighs, revealing half of her slender waist, which was flat and devoid of any excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes," Ji Nanjue said. "You can't bathe with them on, can you?"

This robe had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun shyly removed her robe, laid it on the shore, and then immediately sat down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly. Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her but sat down next to her.

The air felt oppressive; the period before rain was always particularly unsettling.

Her small hand gently splashed the water, letting droplets fall, as she suddenly said, "You've only met him a few times. Are you so sure about your feelings? It's normal for someone your age to admire someone, but your behavior doesn't seem like that of an impulsive person. I'm curious, care to share your thoughts?"

She paused. Feeling her question was indeed a bit tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to share..." As she spoke, her eyes gazed at Li Zijun.

"Thoughts?" Li Zijun murmured, lightly pursing her lips without looking at Ji Nanjue. Gazing into the somewhat dim pool water, she pondered for a moment before continuing softly, "Does liking someone necessarily need a reason? Isn't it often that at a certain moment, something touches the depths of one's heart, and a person unknowingly takes up residence there? Perhaps it's just a glance, or a single gesture." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Ji Nanjue was stunned for a moment. Listening to Li Zijun's voice—it was gentle, yet somehow, her tone carried a tinge of sadness and much disquiet. Then, Ji Nanjue hugged Li Zijun tightly, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps she would have scoffed at this phrase before, dismissing it as nonsensical. If two people determined their feelings for each other with just one look, there could only be one reason: lust for the other's beauty. But now, her heart was gradually accepting the term. Her life trajectory with Su Bei had always intertwined in unexpected ways. That time they returned from the brink of death, the emotions they shared after facing calamity together were naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, Su Bei's shadow had already been imprinted in her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never admitted it.

"There is some truth to that," Li Zijun said with a bitter smile; it seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood. Were her feelings for Su Bei as casually described as she had made them sound? It was only after nearly a century of growing closer that she had confirmed her heart's desire.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a bit cold..." Li Zijun continued, wrapping her arms gently around herself and blinking at Ji Nanjue. "Let's go back."

"You head back first," Ji Nanjue replied, a gentle smile on her lips. "Sister... I'll stay by myself for a little while."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, feeling a bit complicated inside. In the end, she was a woman. Although she knew that there would never be a day when she and Su Bei could be together openly, she still felt averse to any woman who wanted to take a share of his affection. Moreover, this woman was his Disciple... From any perspective, whether of emotion or reason, it was quite preposterous. A somewhat odd thought emerged in her mind: Su Bei's Disciple, her own master... and herself caught in the middle? What a complex relationship... three generations entangled, indeed.

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There is no right or wrong in emotions. But if one were to assign blame, the root of all these troubles stemmed from that flirtatious heartbreaker. If he hadn't been so amorously fickle, how could so many emotional debts have been incurred?

—He must be enjoying himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, playfully tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose, and said with a smile, "You've been wearing that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear my dress for now."

She then pointed to the white gauze dress on the shore.

Li Zijun blinked, then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.

With a soft rustle, she put on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

Watching Li Zijun's departing figure, Ji Nanjue heaved a soft sigh.